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they finally got here today
after my anxious
week-long wait-
they got here and i stared for a while,
unable to really read the words
raised and glossy
spelling it all out-
all i could see were our names
across the bottom
in script
proclaiming for all to see
that we are no longer ourselves,
but an 'us'.
forever.
it's kind-of scary,
this knowledge i harbor-
these boxes littering the dining room
filled with the most
valuble paper i've ever been thrilled to buy
smile slyly at me and whisper
"it's official"
and i can't bring myself
put more than one together-
one.
and just to see how it looks.
that's it.
my wedding is less than 5 months away
and i'm scared of the invitations!
not the invitations, really,
but what they represent.
this is permanent
-i have no doubts, mind you,
but it's a big step
looming before me,
and i'm just not sure how to begin the climb.
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